He pulled her to him and kissed her gently.
“You refused a direct order, so I brought you up here for a punishment.” Ugh. Hadn’t he said he wasn’t going to baby her? Here he was explaining things.
“What are you going to do to me?”
He sat on the metal chair and beckoned to her. Seeming less worried now that he was seated, she approached. He held out his hand, and when she took it, he guided her facedown over his lap, then readjusted his leg to make her straddle his knee. She fit that way perfectly, torso tucked mostly under his left arm, legs spread over his leg, damp pussy pressed against his jeans. When he brushed up her skirt, he was surprised at how splotchy red her ass still was.
He rubbe
d an appreciative hand over the globes of her ass, loving the silk of it under his palm.
His first smack made her squeal. Fuck, she made good noises.
The next one, and the next, were met with squeaks, but she subsided after that, and he had to listen for her little gasps, amused and turned on by the way she started to grind against his leg without seeming to realize it. He spanked her a while, waiting until she was squirming hard against his leg before he put her on her feet. She shifted from foot to foot, her face pink with her arousal, gazing at him imploringly but too shy to ask for what she wanted.
Wondering how far she’d let him go, he turned her and had her straddle his lap, her back to his front. He spread his legs and lifted her skirt, shoving the hem of it between her teeth.
“Don’t let it go.”
She only whimpered.
His first smack between her legs made her squeal and struggle, but he held her around the waist. The second time he hit her harder, and she shoved back against him, grinding against his throbbing dick in an effort to get away from his hand. He slid his finger between her spread pussy lips and found the bump of her little clit, rubbing in slow gentle circles until she was thrusting her hips to get closer to his hand. He lifted his hand away, enjoying the feel of her ass clenching as she strained after the touch she was craving, and then he slapped her directly on the clit.
She shrieked and recoiled, but then quickly seemed to forgive him when he caught her clit between his fingertips and started to tug on the slippery bud. With his other hand he explored her pussy, pushing a finger into her tight slickness. Her orgasm caught him by surprise, her pussy fluttering around his finger as her hips shot forward. He’d barely worked a finger into her.
He withdrew his finger and slapped her again, making her screech.
“Bad girl,” he growled in her ear. “You didn’t ask to come.”
“If you didn’t want me to come, you shouldn’t have made me do it,” she gasped, shuddering in the aftermath.
He lifted her off his lap and carried her across the room, then stood her beside the mattress on the floor. Her brow furrowed as he stripped off her dress and bra, then bent to unfasten her pretty sandals.
She was slender, with palm-size tits and a nicely rounded ass. Despite her lack of height, she had long, pretty legs. Naked, and with her hair down, she looked a lot less self-assured. Sweet, vulnerable, and maybe a little scared.
He grabbed a set of padded leather cuffs and strapped them onto her wrists, then laid her down on the pristine white mattress and attached the cuffs to the restraints on either side of the mattress. Despite her whining, he crossed her legs on her belly and bondage taped her ankles to their opposite knees, leaving her pussy and ass open to his examination. She tried to lower her bound legs to hide herself from his view a little, but he lifted them back up and smacked the back of her thigh in warning. Now that he could see all of her, he admired her sweet pussy, not touching, just letting her be aware he was looking. She was so wet he had to grind his teeth to stop himself from just taking her like a fucking animal. Her asshole was practically clamped shut, which suited the girl’s personality.
“We’re going to play a fun game now, Juliet.”
“No!”
“Yeah.”
He was so fucking hot for her he wasn’t sure there was enough blood left in his brain to let the damn thing function right.
“What are you going to do?” she whimpered, watching him with apprehension.
Oh, fuck. He could record that whimper of hers and make a mint selling copies to sadists.
“I’m going to edge you for a while, and you’re not going to come again unless I say so. Understand?”
“Edge me?” she asked anxiously. “I forgot to put knives on my list of limits.”
He laughed. “No, baby. I’m going to tease you and play with you, and you’re going to behave yourself and not fucking come again unless I say so. Understand?”
“Please, I’m not going to last. I’m so close.”
“Don’t do it.”